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I guess I think of soul as the shifting essence of a being, of whatever lifeform you chose. And it's presence is dependent on the experiences of a physical life, but can exist in an array of forms beyond that, through consciousness: thought, memory, echo. Then there's all that slippery time stuff too. I don't think souls hit the highway, I think they knit together, become a cool glass of water, grit on your fingers, or a hot, humid night.
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